Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Why
Why do eyes that were tender, Averted, turn away? Why has our dear love’s splendour All faded into gray? Why is it that lips glow not That late were all aglow? I know not, dear, I know not, I only know ’tis so. Why do you no more tremble Now when I kiss your cheek? Why do we both dissemble The thoughts we used to speak? Why is it that words flow not That used to fondly flow? I know not, dear, I know not, I only know ’tis so. Have we outlived the passion That late lit earth and sky? And is this but the fashion A fond love takes to die? Is it, that we shall know not Again love’s rapture glow? I trust not, sweet, I trust not-- And yet it may be so.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s other poems:
- The Phantom Ball
- The Giddy Girl
- The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
- The Bed
- Bleak Weather
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